Hey, been a few days. I'm sorry. I've actually been busy. I'm a senior and I only have two months of school left, which also means that I have drama club a lot for my school's play coming up. I have a lead so I'm at school constantly. But as promised, here is the second chapter. Most of it was wrote on my phone, so I'm sorry if it's not really good.
I suppose the characters a tad OC. And I promise Finn and Kurt don't always hate each other. In a chapter or two I'll do the wedding scene. They'll be buddies soon, I promise. lol Finn isn't always a jerk.
Chapter 2: The Prince
When Kurt arrived home Finn and Carole were already there. They were suppose to move in a while back but after a falling out between Finn and Kurt, Burt decided it would be best to wait. Now they just come over every evening instead. It was a choice that made everyone happy. Well, everyone but Kurt.
Kurt didn't have many problems with Finn. Sure, Finn had thrown him into dumpsters and thrown slushies at him but he had never called him names. Nor had he ever really stopped the bullying... But Kurt didn't blame him for that. He hadn't physically hurt him like Karofsky had. What Kurt hated was how he treated him. Or all human's for that matter. He was one of the vampires who thought little of the human race. And it pissed Kurt off.
"Hey, bud, where have you been? It's almost five. You missed dinner." Burt asked from the chair. He looked up from the TV has did Finn.
"Out with a friend; Sorry, I didn't realize it would take so long, or I'd have called you." Kurt sat his bag down with a small smile. Burt looked surprised. Kurt understood; he never went out with friends.
"With a friend?" Finn asked. Kurt nodded and Finn got up and motioned Kurt to follow him into the kitchen.
"What friend?" He asked when they were out of earshot from Burt.
"His name is Blaine." Finn's eyes narrowed.
"Blaine Anderson?" Kurt's heart dropped. He had been so excited about the way Blaine treated him. Yet he didn't know his last name.
"The head Warbler?" Finn pressured, seeing Kurt's hesitation.
Kurt nodded. "Yeah." Blaine Anderson… Why does that sound familiar?
"You actually went?" Finn asked in surprise and abruptly anger bubbled up in Kurt. He thought so little of Kurt, that he didn't even believe he went?
"Of course I went, Finn," He snapped. "And I met a few of the Warblers."
"And?" He pressed. Kurt shifted feet. He didn't want to tell Finn. He liked Blaine and the Warblers. They were good, no absolutely amazing. He felt it was unfair. Was it? Or are you just too in love with the thought of a friend to give it up through secrecy?
Kurt simply shrugged. "They performed for me."
"How did you manage that?" Finn's eyes widened. He sounded impressed.
Kurt grit his teeth. "Because not all vampires are complete assholes, Finn! Blaine was absolutely amazing."
"Kurt, you can't go mingling with them, especially Blaine Anderson!" Finn cried out abruptly. Kurt blinked; Finn hardly ever raised his voice at Kurt. The last time that happened they were in Kurt's room and Finn had thrown the 'f' word around. He immediately quieted down, glancing around Kurt to make sure Burt wasn't coming.
"Why not? Because I enjoy talking to him? Because he talks to me like a person? Because I'm happy around him?" Kurt questioned.
"You don't know him." Finn stated. Kurt didn't let his statement show how much it actually upset him, however true it was.
"And you do?" He countered instead.
"Well, no…but I've heard stories…" Kurt let out a dry humorless laugh and Finn flinched.
"Grow up, Finn. He is an amazing singer and a wonderful person. Rachel wanting to win is getting to your head." He turned on his heel and stormed out. The door to his room shook on its hinges as he slammed it shut.
He plopped down on his bed. He lay there until his heated anger finally sizzled into nothing but sadness. Who cares if he's a Warbler? It's like Finn was giving him a bad label. But Finn said he had heard stories. Is that why Anderson was so familiar? Had Kurt the stories as well, and didn't remember?
He groaned. This was frustrating him. He wanted to be mad at Finn but he just couldn't be. Finn was right. Maybe he was leaping into something he wasn't sure he should. He didn't know Blaine.
But he makes me feel warm and connected… He thought sadly.
No, you don't know that, He fought with himself. You've known him for a few short hours. He means nothing to you.
But then again after that spark he HAD felt something. Although he wasn't sure what, but he had felt something there. He wanted to scream. To cry out and get an answer. He wasn't sure what to do.
He pulled out his phone and the paper. He stared at it for a while before finally typing it in.
Hey its kurt. Thanks again for listening to my useless ranting.
Not three minutes later the phone buzzed again and a smile appeared. It was like Blaine had been waiting for the text. Or he just texts fast...
I see you made it home safely. Of course, Kurt. Your 'rants' weren't useless. You needed someone to talk to. And I will listen no matter what, anytime you need. Anything, for you Kurt.
Kurt blinked in surprise at the text. Who the hell was this guy? Kurt didn't believe in fate or even in a God, but something or someone was on his side, it seemed.
Kurt wasn't sure how to reply. He had never held a texting conversation, hardly a conversation face to face with people, and wasn't sure what to say. Luckily the phone buzzed again.
May I call you? Is that too soon? Too soon? Too soon for what? He was puzzled but didn't hesitate to answer him.
No go ahead. He shakily answered the buzzing phone.
"Hello?"
"You seemed lost on what to say." Kurt nervously chuckled.
"How'd you guess?"
A deep chuckle sent shivers down Kurt's spine. He still had a weird feeling about that name... "Just a hunch. How are you?"
"Better than I was a few hours ago." Kurt replied, standing up. He was nervous and wasn't sure what to do. He had many questions. Should he ask? Would it be too soon to do so?
"That's good to hear. I assume you have questions?" Kurt paused his pacing. Could vampires read minds as well? He glanced around making sure Blaine wasn't in sight.
"Well, I mean I guess so…"He finally answered.
"I will answer anything as best as I can." As best as I can... Kurt wasn't sure he liked that. It sounded like Blaine was hiding something. Maybe he was. Kurt wouldn't really call them best friends and didn't expect Blaine to tell him everything.
"What's your last name?" He asked. He decided to start small and work it up to more serious things.
Blaine laughed on the other end but it sounded forced and strained. "Anderson. Blaine Anderson." So, he is the same boy Finn mentioned.
"Blaine Anderson..." Kurt repeated. He liked how it rolled together on his tongue. Another chuckle came through and Kurt felt his face heat up.
He cleared his throat and Blaine spoke.
"What about you, Kurt?"
"Hummel."
"Kurt Hummel..." Blaine repeated and Kurt smiled. "What's your middle name?" Kurt felt like a child. Asking about names? Is that something people did at 16? He remembered doing it in elementary, but not in high school.
"Elizabeth..." He stated quietly. Blaine was silent. Kurt guessed he knew it meant something more. At first his middle name was Elijah, Kurt Elijah Hummel. But after his mother's accident he began calling himself Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. It technically wasn't his real middle name, but it was special to him and no one else needed to know.
"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel... You have a beautiful name." Blaine said gently. He knows I'm hiding the truth...
"Why didn't you or anyone in that school try to rip my throat out today? I know most vampires don't drink human blood…But still." Kurt abruptly blurted. It was silent a moment and Kurt was afraid of the answer. Maybe he shouldn't have asked.
After a few moments of silence Kurt was afraid Blaine had hung up. "Blaine?"
"I'm here. Sorry."
"Sorry, I asked. You obviously don't want to talk about it."
"You have a right." I do? Kurt was caught off guard. Why did he have a right? Something was definitely up.
"I do...?"
"I promise to answer your question... Can we do so in person?" Kurt wasn't sure if he wanted to. He was answering things in an odd, suspicious way.
"Yeah. Sure."
"Tomorrow, after school? I'll pick you up?"
"That sounds good."
"You go to McKinley, right?" Kurt blinked as he turned off the light and lay down.
"Are you stalking me, Blaine Anderson?" He teased, trying to lighten the mood.
It must of worked for Blaine let out a genuine laugh. "Would that be a weird Edward Cullen move?" Kurt also laughed. Did he just make a Twilight joke?
"Yes." He giggled.
"Then God, no! I'm offended you would even consider it!" Kurt laughed and soon Blaine joined in.
"It's late," Blaine commented after a few minutes of their laughing and lame Twilight jokes. "I should let you sleep."
"Yeah." Kurt agreed. He wasn't tired, but it was getting late and he still needed to eat dinner.
"Then goodnight, Kurt. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow. Sleep well."
"'Night, Blaine. You too." There was a click and he shut his phone off. He didn't get up to eat like he had planned. Instead, he lay in his bed, smiling. Finn was wrong. Blaine was a wonderful person.
Kurt turned over and closed his eyes, looking forward to tomorrow.
Finn was wrong.
The next day Kurt sat in Glee a lot more happy than he normally was. Finn kept giving him weird looks. Kurt suspected Finn had overheard the whole conversation the night before and now was upset with him. All day he had been bugging Kurt to help him find sheet music that evening. Kurt knew what he was doing since Rachel did that with him every Friday evening. And then suddenly this one specific Friday he asked Kurt? Kurt wasn't stupid.
Mr. Shue was talking about sectionals and Kurt was half asleep when a loud knock came from the door. Everyone glanced over and Kurt's face lit up. Blaine met his eyes and a smile also appeared on his beautiful face.
"Can I help you?" Mr. Shue asked.
"I'm looking for Kurt?"
Mr. Shue glanced at Kurt. "We have Glee... Well, it's almost over."
"Can I stay until it's over?"
"Sure." Mr. Shue smiled.
"No!" Rachel screeched. "Spy!"
Everyone stared at her. "That's Blaine Anderson! He's a Warbler!"
"Rachel!" Mr. Shue and Kurt said at once.
"Rachel," Mr. Shue said sternly. "That's not how we treat our competition."
"I'm not hear to spy, but I've upset you. I can wait outside."
"No!" Kurt said a little too quickly. Everyone glanced at him. He had actually spied, well tried to, and the Warblers had welcomed him in anyways. He wasn't about to let his team treat Blaine like that.
"If they're afraid of you spying, then I'll leave. Hold on a moment." He began to pick up his bag but to his surprise Blaine had bent down and picked it up first. He put the bag on his shoulder. Kurt's surprise vanished quickly, remembering he had inhuman speed.
"Don't leave, Kurt. I can wait outside. I promise I won't leave you. Finish. You need to be here," He turned to leave but stopped. "I can always listen through the door." He winked and Kurt smiled as he walked out.
For the next ten minutes Rachel continued to give Kurt dirty looks, which he ignored. He could feel everyone's eyes glance over but he ignored that as well. It was no ones business what was going on. So they were rival show choirs. It's not like they were exchanging information about each others teams. They were just hanging out as friends. What was so wrong with that?
Kurt just wanted to leave and get to Blaine. And that's just what he did when Mr. Shue let them out. He didn't give anyone time to say or do anything as he sprung from his seat and belted out the door.
Blaine stopped him before he made it too far with a smile. "I'm sorry I made them upset."
Kurt waved him off. "Screw them. Let's just get out of here." Blaine's lips twitched into a grin and Kurt decided he liked it best when Blaine was relaxed and loose.
Blaine led Kurt out to his car and even opened the door for him before closing it and getting in on the drivers side.
"Where are we going?" Kurt asked after ten minutes of them on the road. Blaine had been quiet and Kurt guessed he had been thinking.
"Somewhere we can be completely alone." He answered.
Kurt didn't press any further and glanced at the radio. Blaine must have caught this for he reached over and turned it on. P!nk's 'Perfect' was on and a comfortable silence fell over them. Kurt glanced at Blaine who was staring at the road, seemingly deep in thought. He smiled and began to sing softly. Kurt had always been proud and maybe even a little cocky about his voice and vocal range but after hearing Blaine he felt nervous to sing.
Eventually his voice grew with his confidence. He stopped, however, the moment he caught Blaine looking at him.
"why did you stop? You have a beautiful voice." Blaine stated gently. Kurt's face grew hot and he shrugged. Blaine made him feel funny. Kurt sings in front of thousands every year, yet in front of one boy he get's shy and feels awkward to sing.
Blaine chuckled. "We're here anyways." Blaine got out and stepped around to help Kurt out. Kurt kept his eyes down as he took Blaine's hand and allowed him to pull him out of the car.
Kurt felt confused. They were on the side of an empty highway Kurt was sure hadn't been used much in the past ten years. Blaine's car was the only one in sight and on either side of the road was tree after tree. When he said he wanted to be alone he wasn't kidding.
"Come on!" Blaine laughed. Kurt turned and Blaine had already started through the trees and even over a few fallen logs. Kurt rushed to catch up.
Although it was midday, fog covered the bottom half of the woods and by the time they reached their destination Kurt had tripped and slipped over so many moss covered trees, he knew he had stained his skinny jeans. Thank God they're black…
He was surprised when he found a lake in front of him. He wouldn't have even guessed it was out here. It wasn't very big but it was a crystal clear blue. Weeping Willows were the only trees around it and moss covered everything.
"Wow..." Kurt breathed as Blaine led them to a smooth rock and sat down. It was quiet for a little bit, the only sound was the birds singing and the water lapping.
"It's beautiful..." Kurt said quietly as the silence started to make him uncomfortable.
Blaine nodded. "I found it a few years ago. Right between Lima and Westerville," He smiled. "It's a good place when thoughts need to be figured out."
Kurt glanced at Blaine. There was something deep in his voice that sent shivers down Kurt's spine.
"Why did you want to be alone...?" He finally asked. Blaine let out a deep sigh and turned to face him. There was deep regret in his face and Kurt felt a chill, even though it was only 70 degree's outside and no breeze.
"Kurt," He began slowly. "The vampire and human council have made laws. Vampires don't attack humans and humans don't kill vampires." Kurt nodded. He knew of these laws.
"Do you know why these laws started?" Kurt shook his head.
"They never give you the details do they? 100 years ago a raging war broke out, the Black Blood?" Kurt's eyes widened and Blaine smiled. "So you've heard it's name? They teach us in school that it was a Revolutionary war. Well, it wasn't. It was war between humans and vampires. Tens of thousands of humans and vampires alike died that night. The council didn't like that. So they made the laws between our races." Kurt was taken back. He had always been told that Black Blood was a rumor and that the laws had always been in place.
So, the war was a real thing? He wondered. How could I be so blind about that? Who makes rumors about war? Obviously, if it's a war rumor it happened...
"Why didn't anyone attack me...?" He quickly changed the subject. Kurt never liked history or war. Too much killing and anger.
"Kurt, my last name is Anderson." He said slowly and Kurt nodded. He knew this.
Blaine sighed. "No one attacked you because they knew you were different."
Different...? As in I'm a human?"
"No...Yes, you are, but not what I mean." Blaine swallowed thickly. "My father is Devon Anderson..."
Kurt's breath caught. "Anderson... Oh my God..." Blaine's face was dark with regret.
"You're...You're..."
"Yes," He looked right in Kurt's wide, blue eyes. "I'm prince to the vampire race. Fyrste Nosferatu."
There it is. How was it? Was it worth the read? I'm sorry for all my errors and non detailed writing. Like I said, I wrote this on my phone so it's a bit odd.
Fyrste is prince and Nosferatu is Vampire. I got them off the internet so if those aren't the real Romanian words, I apologize. I only speak English, Japanese, and some Korean. But even if not, they look cool.
I am American, for all those who will ask. Irish and German ancestry.
Thanks for reading, much love! Hope you stick with me and my slow updates.
